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Tina Franks, ME, had sent Andy Carlson's and Edward Gibbs’ bloodwork to the lab for analysis, and Gibbs’ personal effects to CSU so they could get anything off them before they got catalogued. It had been a long day and it was only twelve o'clock. She had finished sewing Edward Gibbs' chest back together before she headed off for lunch.
Music from the stereo in her office played some merry tunes that Tina danced along to as she stitched him back together. She had found nothing unusual about him, just a healthy guy who died from being made to eat a magazine. Tina finished off the stitches and patted him on the head before covering him up.
“OK, you’re all done.” Tina stopped suddenly when she heard her stomach growl disapprovingly, as if it knew what time it was. Quickly, she tore
